Snow

How winter seems beautiful in the snow

But see the black, yellow leaves in the woe,

A sigh of soul raised on the valley, rock, hill

For the sake of the beauty, snow touch will;

 

I never felt, a calm so deep

In the winter, my poor heart seems asleep,

Never did the snow world of me beautiful, seen

So might I , standing torturing   been;

 

This beauty moves me not, I‘d rather be

A fish in cold water of the sea,

But the eternal note of sadness end, we

Find a sound spring see;

 

A heart_ how shall I say_ too soon made glade

Tomorrow is waiting a green leaf she had.